“The minute you start talking about what you’re going to do if you lose, you have lost.”

“Don't talk about what you have done or what you are going to do.”

“What you have lost will not be returned to you; it always be lost. You’re left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on, or not. But if you go on, it’s knowing you carry your scars with you.”

“I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.”

“Karma PoliceKarma policearrest this man,he talks in maths,he buzzes like a fridge,he’s like a detuned radio.Karma policearrest this girl,her Hitler hairdois making me feel illand we have crashed her party.This is what you get,this is what you get,this is what you get,when you mess with us.Karma policeI’ve given all I can,it’s not enough,I’ve given all I canbut we’re still on the payroll.This is what you get,this is what you get,this is what you get,when you mess with us.For a minute thereI lost myself, I lost myself.Phew, for a minute there,I lost myself, I lost myself.For a minute thereI lost myself, I lost myself.Phew, for a minute there,I lost myself, I lost myself.”

“On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.”